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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pantaleimon 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
CMW,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.