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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.