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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
AZ,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.