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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.