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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.