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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.