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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.