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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Hoover,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.