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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.