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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.