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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Can,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.