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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.