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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.