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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.