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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.