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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
MC5,
Inner City,
Magma,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.