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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nas 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.