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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.