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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.