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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.