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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.