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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.