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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.