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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.