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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Slave,
John Cale,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.