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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Names,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.