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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Scientists,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.