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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.