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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.