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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Swans,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.