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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.