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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Scion,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.