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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.