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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.