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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Television,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.