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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.