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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.