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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.