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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.