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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.