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 India and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.