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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.