Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Can,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.