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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.