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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.