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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.