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 London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.