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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.