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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.