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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.