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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.