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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.