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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
UT,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.