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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.