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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.