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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.