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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.