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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All MC5 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pylon,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.