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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.