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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick 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 grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.