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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.