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 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.