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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.