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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.