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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Lalann,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.