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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.