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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
UT,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.