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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.