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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.