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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Television,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.