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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.