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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.