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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
This Heat,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.