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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '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 Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Brick,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.