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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Organ,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Fall,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.