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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
the Swans,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.