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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.