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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.