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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.