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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.