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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.