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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Television,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.