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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.