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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
X-101,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.