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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.