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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.