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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.