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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Index,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.