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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.