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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.