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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.