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 Niger 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.