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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.