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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.