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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Television,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.