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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.