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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Nas,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.