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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.