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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.