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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.