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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 a theremin and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.