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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.