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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.