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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.