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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.