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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
the Association,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.