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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.