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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.