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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.