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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Shoche,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.