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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.