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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Technova,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.