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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.