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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.