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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Gong,
Can,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.