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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.