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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.