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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
UT,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.