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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.