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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.