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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.