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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.