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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
PIL,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.