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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.