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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.