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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.