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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.