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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Television,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.