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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.