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 Iran 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.