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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.