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 Samoa 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.