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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Germs to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.