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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.