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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.