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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.