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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Organ,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.