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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.