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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 UT to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Skaos,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.