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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.