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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Human League to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Fear,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.