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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.