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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.