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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Faust,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.