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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.