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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
MC5,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.