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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Hashim,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.