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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.