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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.