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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 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 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.