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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.