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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
X-102,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.