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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Crime,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.