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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.