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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.