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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.