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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.