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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.