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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.