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 Liechtenstein 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.