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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.