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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.