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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.