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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.