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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.