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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.