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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.