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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.