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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.