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 Lebanon 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Faust,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.