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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.