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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.