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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Pylon,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.