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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.