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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.