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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.