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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Wings,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.