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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.