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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.