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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.