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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.