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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.