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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.