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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.