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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.