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 Dominica and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.