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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.