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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.