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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.