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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
the Association,
The Residents,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.