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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.