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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.