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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.