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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.