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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.