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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Interpol,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.