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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.