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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.