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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.