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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.