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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.