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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Little Man,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.