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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 OOIOO 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Crime,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.