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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.