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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.