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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.