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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.