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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.