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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.