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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.