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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 New York and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.