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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.