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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.