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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.