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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.