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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.