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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.