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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.