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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.