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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.