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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.