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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.