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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.