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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
UT,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.