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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Nico,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.