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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.