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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.