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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.