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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.