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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.