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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.