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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
the Germs,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.