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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.