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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.