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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.