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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.