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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.