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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.