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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.