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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.