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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.