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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.