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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.