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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.