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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.