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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.