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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.