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 Romania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.