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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.