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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.