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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.