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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Index,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.