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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.