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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.