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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.