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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.