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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.