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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Gong,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.