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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.