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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.