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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.