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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.