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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.