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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.