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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.