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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.