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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.