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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.