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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.