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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.