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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
X-101,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.