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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.