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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Faust,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.