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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Avey Tare 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.