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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.