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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.