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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace 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?
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.