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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.