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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.