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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.