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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Pole,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.