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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.