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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.