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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Technova,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.