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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.