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 Netherlands and from London.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.