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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.