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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.