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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Franke,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
AZ,
CMW,
Fear,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.