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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.