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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.