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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.