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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.