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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.