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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.