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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
the Slits,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.