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 Ecuador 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.