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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.