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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
This Heat,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.