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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.