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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.