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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.