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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.