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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.