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 Romania and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
MC5,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.