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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.