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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
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.