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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.