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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.