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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.