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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.