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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.