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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.