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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
DNA,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.