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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.