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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.