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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.