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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.