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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.