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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Pole,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.