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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.