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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.