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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.