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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.