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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Index,
Fear,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.