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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.