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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Mars,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.