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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.