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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Yaz,
Can,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.