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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.