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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.