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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.