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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.