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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.