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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.