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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.