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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Cure,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.