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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.