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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.