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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.