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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
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.