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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
X-101,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.