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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.