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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.