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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.