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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
CMW,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.