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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.