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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Television,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.