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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.