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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.