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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.