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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.