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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.