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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.