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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.