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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.