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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.