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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.