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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.