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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.