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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.