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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.