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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Can,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.