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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
cv313,
Smog,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
The Motions,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.