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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Q65,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.