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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.