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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.