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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The Searchers,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.