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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.