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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the 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.