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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.