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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.