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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.