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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.