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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.