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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.