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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Gong,
DNA,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.