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 Togo 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.