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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.