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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
DNA,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.