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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.