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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.