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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.