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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
DNA,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.