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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.