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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.