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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.