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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Groovy Waters 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
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.