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 Peru 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Excepter,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.