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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.