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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.