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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
AZ,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.