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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.