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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.