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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Can,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.