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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.