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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.