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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Pole,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.