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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Magma,
Suicide,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.