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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.