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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.