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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.