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 Iran 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.