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 Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Pagans,
Fear,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.