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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.