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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.