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 Italy and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Gong,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.