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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.