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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.