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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
MDC,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.