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 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lyres,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.