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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.