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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.