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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.