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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.