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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.