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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.