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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
The Names,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
X-102,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.