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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.