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 South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.