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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.