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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.