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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.