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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.