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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Seeds to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Human League,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.