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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
June Days,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.