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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.