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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.