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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.