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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.