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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.