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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.