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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dawn Penn 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
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,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.