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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.