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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Q65,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.