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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.