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 Jamaica 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.