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 India and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.