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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.