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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
the Association,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.