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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.