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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.