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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.