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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Qualms,
MC5,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.