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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.