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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.