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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.