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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Ituana,
JFA,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.