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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.