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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.