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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
UT,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.