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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
a-ha,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.