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 Mexico and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.