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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.