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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Smog,
Pole,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.