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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.