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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.