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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.