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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.