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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.