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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.