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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Visage,
Aswad,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.