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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.