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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.