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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
The Vogues,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Japan,
Cymande,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.