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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.