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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.