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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.