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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.