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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.