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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.