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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.