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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.