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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Moleskins to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.