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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.