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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Skarface to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.