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 Bahamas 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.