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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.