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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.