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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.