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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Brick,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.