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 Tonga 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.