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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nirvana 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.