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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Mars,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.