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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.