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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.