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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
the Human League,
The Index,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.