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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.