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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.