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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.