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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Index,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.