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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.