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 India and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.