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 the UAE 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.