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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.