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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
MC5,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.