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 Liberia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.