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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.