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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.