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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.