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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.