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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.