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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.