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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.