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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Brick,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.