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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.