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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.