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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.