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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.