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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.