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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.