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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.